My grandpa’s brother had a project car he was working on when he got drafted for Vietnam, and he unfortunately died over there and the car just sat there in his parents’ garage collecting dust. They couldn’t bear to get rid of it and his dad (my great-grandpa) thought about fixing it up but it was his and his son’s “thing” and it just made him so sad.

He knew he couldn’t mess with it without being depressed so they took it to a mechanic and then planned on selling it for cheap to a young family across the street who would make good use of it. Seemed like the right thing to do. Well, great-grandpa drops it off at the shop and maybe ten minutes after he gets home, he gets a frantic call from the mechanic.

Turns out, my grand-uncle (if that term is a thing) was in the trunk. He had made a tiny little hidey hole in the car so he didn’t have to go die for Richard Nixon. It has been several years so they were all very surprised. Everyone was also very impressed, and thus started his career in magic. He eventually planned to lock himself in a trunk and go over Niagara Falls but drowned in the bathtub practicing. He was a shit magician, but it still beats dying in Vietnam.